"After a long day of work, I cannot wait until I get home. I always love the smell that greets me whenever I open that door. I can't help but reminiscence that fateful day when I saw my beloved from afar. It was the most astounding sight. Even now, nothing—no one can compare. I was sweating like a pig, and I felt faint but even like that I took courage from places I didn't even know and approached her. Her smell was intoxicating. Her touch... it was like silk. Not even silk could even compare the feeling I got the first time I dared place my hands on her.
Finally, I reached my house. I can't help the grin that starts forming. I am always happy to be back, back to the place I know my dearest is waiting for me.
As soon as the door opens, I am greeted with a scent that warms my insides. Oh, how good it is to be home! What a sight! My beloved is there, waiting for me on the table, like always. "Oh, My beloved Bread, I missed you." I whisper against her velvety skin.
I am home."
A man who loves bread so much that he devotes his life to developing new kinds and always shares with the hungry children, I don't think it was romantic love
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Finally, I reached my house. I can't help the grin that starts forming. I am always happy to be back, back to the place I know my dearest is waiting for me.
As soon as the door opens, I am greeted with a scent that warms my insides. Oh, how good it is to be home! What a sight! My beloved is there, waiting for me on the table, like always. "Oh, My beloved Bread, I missed you." I whisper against her velvety skin.
I am home."